Spy Wars: Strong Agents Who Are Ruthless and Talk Little

Chapter 490 makes no sense

"You don't need to tell me this." Su Ming's voice softened, even though the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart still weighed on him like a rock. Seeing Zheng Yaoxian struggling to stand up, he felt his heart tighten.

"Whether you are willing to admit it or not, you can't leave now." Su Ming's tone became tough, and the undisguised worry and anxiety in his eyes made him almost unable to bear the situation.

Zheng Yaoxian didn't argue. He simply closed his eyes and let out a long breath, as if temporarily trying to unburden himself of the burden. However, in the face of Su Ming's persistence, he continued to endure silently, as if this silence itself was his response to the world.

"You said you didn't want to admit it, but you know your injuries are more serious than you thought." Su Ming lowered his voice, leaned down, and locked his eyes with Zheng Yaoxian's face. "You always thought you could hold on, but in reality, you no longer have the strength to hold on."

Zheng Yaoxian's eyes flickered slightly, as if in response, but he said nothing more. That silence seemed to convey the self-evident truth in another way: he could no longer continue on his own.

"I know you don't want to burden me." Su Ming's heart ached, almost broken by Zheng Yaoxian's silence. He suppressed his inner emotions and whispered, "But you must understand that you are not alone. You have always been reluctant to rely on others, but now you have no choice."

Those words were almost a self-consolation, but deep in his heart he was more aware of one fact - at this moment, he really could not bear to watch Zheng Yaoxian walk towards the brink of death like a lone warrior.

"I don't plan to die," Zheng Yaoxian finally spoke. His voice still held that almost unfathomable calmness and determination. But behind it, a hint of fatigue was faintly visible.

"Then just listen to me this time, sit down and take a rest." Su Ming gritted his teeth and whispered urgently, trying to hide all his emotions in this short sentence.

Zheng Yaoxian didn't refute or stand up again. He just sat down quietly, leaning against the cold wall. At that moment, it was as if time had frozen, and everything around him seemed distant. Su Ming stood in front of him, looking at him silently.

Su Ming's mind buzzed, like a growing sense of oppression. He couldn't stay here much longer. Zheng Yaoxian's injuries wouldn't allow them to delay any longer. His gaze swept through the dimly lit environment. The air was filled with a heavy atmosphere, and the surrounding silence contrasted sharply with the tension. Every second of waiting felt like a desecration of time.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but no matter how hard he tried, the repressed emotions in his chest wouldn't completely dissipate. At this moment, his mind was filled with Zheng Yaoxian's injuries. He knew that if he didn't take action, the consequences would be disastrous.

Without a second thought, he quickly pulled out his communicator, his finger lightly sliding across the surface, entering the contact list. Each name jarred his heart. Those companions who had fought alongside him, those familiar faces and voices, now seemed unfamiliar, as if separated by a thick fog. He quickly selected the contact person in charge at the time—Lin Hao.

There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a few seconds, and then a clear voice came. Lin Hao's low tone was still calm: "Su Ming, what's wrong?"

"The situation is not good." Su Ming's voice was steady, but with a hint of anxiety. "Zheng Yaoxian is seriously injured. I need support immediately." There was no hesitation in his tone, but these few short words made him feel an unprecedented heaviness.

Lin Hao paused, as if analyzing the situation quickly. After a moment, he spoke: "I see. How serious is the situation?"

Su Ming pursed his lips, his eyes unconsciously falling on Zheng Yaoxian. His face, still stained with blood, looked particularly pale in the night. He suppressed his inner tension and whispered, "He's unable to move on his own. The injuries require immediate attention. Can you arrange for someone to come over as quickly as possible?"

"Where are you now?" Lin Hao's voice remained calm, but Su Ming could sense a hint of urgency in it. He understood that this situation did not allow them to hesitate.

"The location has been sent," Su Ming replied briefly, his heart flooded with worry. He knew all he could do was wait and rely on outside help. In the current situation, whether he could successfully rescue Zheng Yaoxian was completely beyond his control.

Lin Hao's voice came again, his tone slightly more serious: "Please be patient for now, I will try my best to arrange it. As long as you can keep the communication open, everything will be fine."

"Understood," Su Ming whispered, his fingers lightly tracing the communicator, trying not to appear overly anxious while waiting. Lin Hao's reaction was quick, and Su Ming stopped talking, his gaze returning to Zheng Yaoxian's face.

Zheng Yaoxian still kept his eyes half-closed, as if trying to recover his strength and gather his thoughts. His face was extremely pale, and although the wound had been simply bandaged, it was clear that the bleeding had not been completely stopped. His breathing was slightly rapid, as if every breath came at an extra cost.

Su Ming looked at him helplessly. At this moment, any words seemed pale and powerless. He didn't dare to break the silence, just silently watching Zheng Yaoxian, a question swirling in his mind - why did Zheng Yaoxian always choose to place all the burdens on himself? Why did he always seem to cling to an "unyielding" belief, only to have these beliefs ultimately push him into despair?

However, Su Ming knew that such contemplation was pointless. He had no time to fathom Zheng Yaoxian's thoughts, nor did he have time to dwell on the past. A single voice rang in his mind: he must remain clear-headed, not panic, not lose his composure. Zheng Yaoxian's life was still in his hands.

Suddenly, a slight buzzing sound came from the communicator, and then Lin Hao's voice sounded again: "Support is on the way and will arrive in five minutes. Stay calm."

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a surge of nervousness. He knew these five minutes might determine everything.